Halloween Scavenger H(a)unt

There once was a witch named Halloweena And one enchanted, dark night -drunk you see as she was- Started a crazy bar fight Glasses were broken and tables were turned, The owner’s face was tomato-red “Come here you witch!” he said full of rage “Clean this place up or I’ll put you in a cage!” Sober as she now was And, somehow, filled with remorse Said she was sorry and got on her horse Her quest was now a broom to find For the bar’s owner was always so kind She went to the market of a cute little town So many faces, but not one with a frown And there she found it, the broom she was seeking Little did she know an elf was there peaking Her new broom was enchanted, cursed with an old elven spell And if she hadn’t kept for her own pretty self There wouldn’t be a poem so freakishly lousy That you're probably reading while feeling drowsy You see, the cute little town was Chania And the old elven spell I spoke of before, Is that she could never take Not even a tiny sip of alcohol! So every 28th of October around 8 pm Her ghost returns to that same Old Market, in search of revenge She requires your help, she will give you some clues For all that remains of her now Are dusty bones and some un-enjoyed booze If you want to help her just meet us there At the same place and time out of nowhere, She lost the ability to get drunk Because of the spell of a little elf punk!